The Golden Downtown

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The steam from the boiler room tasted of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled in the lungs like a fine, grey dust. I stood before the great glass window of the watchtower, looking out over the sprawling, soot-blackened grid of the city below, and I could feel the tremor starting in my hands, a subtle vibration that began in the bones of my fingers and...

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